“Of course.  How did they get away with the pointed ears?”

“They shaved them down.  It was painful.  But they say well worth the effort.”

After dinner, Drozin saw Ramshief and was given some dots to place in the vault to overlook the gold inside the vault reserved for the gold supply of Ireland.  He decided to check out the Irish pub that Angus frequented a day early to see if he could infiltrate his gang early.  He even had the leprechaun ears which he hid under a sock cap to add authenticity. 

The band U2 was being played over the speakers when Drozin entered the pub and made his way to a table where Angus and two of his gang members were seated drinking beer and eating fish and chips.  Drozin slapped his coin on the table just long enough for the men to stare at it for a few seconds before placing it back in his pocket. 

“Sit down, friend,” said Angus.  “I haven’t seen anyone from the Old Country for a few years.  At least no little people.  What brings you across the pond, as the Brits say?”

“I am like your ancestor Sean.  I too formed coins like the one I just showed you.  But I know the power of Leprechaun gold and want to be a part of any plan to retrieve it from below the streets of this city.”

Angus looked at his men and back at Drozin. 

“What makes you think we’re after the gold?” asked Angus trying to see if it was a setup or not. 

“We have spies in this city and they say you are planning something big dealing with the Irish gold reserves below the Federal Reserve Bank.  I want in on it.”

“If you are who you are letting me think you are, show me some of the power of the coin in your pocket.  I’ve got a $20 bill in my wallet I want you to change into a $20 gold piece.  Make it a 1900 American gold eagle.”

“Show me the money, as Tom Cruise said.”

Angus removed the bill and handed it to Drozin.  He touched it and instantly transformed it into the $20 gold piece.  Everyone at the table was impressed.